WYK 68

Looking up at him sideways, he spoke again. Since he’d already opened the floodgates of embarrassment, he had to ask everything he was curious about. It seemed he was definitely someone a million light years away from being cool.

“Who did you do it with?”
“What?”

“Your first kiss, I mean.”
“……”
“If it was in second year, was it someone from our school?”
“……”

Chae-heon’s steps slowly slowed down. Jeong-yoon, who had already reached the sofa, flopped down and looked up at him. Chae-heon, looking down at Jeong-yoon as if thinking about something, quietly crossed his arms. Then he stared at Jeong-yoon with a rather ominous expression.

“Seo Jeong-yoon.”
“Yeah?”

“Don’t you know who my first kiss was with?”
“How would I know?”

At Jeong-yoon’s answer, Chae-heon took a deep breath and spoke in a tightly controlled voice.
“You.”
“What?”

“I said you. My first kiss was you. My first sex was with you. Everything was you.”
“……”

He didn’t understand what Chae-heon was saying. As he just blinked, following the meaning of Chae-heon’s words, Chae-heon continued in a voice that sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
“Second year.”

“Second year?”
“In Jeju.”
“Jeju?”

“While listening to music.”
“Music?”

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Stop repeating everything I say.”
“……”

Chae-heon’s expression just said, ‘You idiot.’ Jeong-yoon truly felt like an idiot.

Second year, in Jeju, while listening to music, kissed with Chae-heon.
Something started to click, but it was so unbelievable that his face began to turn pale.
Good heavens, that was…

Chae-heon, pressing his temples, continued with an irritated face.
“You were drunk and asked to listen to music together, then fell asleep alone. When I moved you to the blanket, you grabbed me and told me not to go.”
“……”

He remembers. That still clear and vivid dream from that day. No, what he thought was a dream.
‘That wasn’t a dream?!’

Jeong-yoon gaped like a fish lacking air while staring at Chae-heon’s chest. No matter how much he thought about it and reconsidered it, it just didn’t make sense.
‘I was Kang Chae-heon’s first kiss. That dream wasn’t a dream. I kissed him in high school?’

Doesn’t it make no sense? Why would Chae-heon kiss him? Didn’t he hate him? No, since when did Chae-heon like him? He couldn’t grasp how any of this happened.

A suffocating silence swirled between them. Chae-heon let out a quiet breath and broke the silence.

“You don’t even remember it, so why did you push me away?”
“……”

When did I… Jeong-yoon wanted to retort but stayed silent fearing more misunderstandings would pile up.

Now Chae-heon looked completely angry.
“After that, you hated even my slightest touch, and your expression would freeze when I spoke to you.”

“…I did?”

“Yes, you did.”

It was because he was embarrassed about the dream of kissing Chae-heon. His heart would flutter and his face would redden just looking at him, so he put up solid walls. He never dreamed Chae-heon had noticed this.

Jeong-yoon debated whether to answer honestly or make excuses, then chose the former. It was obvious Chae-heon would see through any excuses anyway.

“I… I thought that kiss with you was a dream.”
“……”

“After that, I tried to hide how much I liked you and how my heart fluttered whenever I saw you…”

“……”
“Was it that obvious?”

The misunderstanding that had continued from the past began to take shape vaguely. He started to grasp where this misunderstanding had originated from.
To think all that struggle started from there. That it was all his fault. Not only did he drive himself into a pit of sadness and resignation, but he also drove Kang Chae-heon into a pit of despair.

Jeong-yoon smiled desperately.
“…Look on the bright side, Chae-heon. It worked out now, at least.”
“……”

“It’s better than if we’d dated then and grown apart with age. We might have fought from stress during college entrance exam prep. This is better than meeting at a class reunion and grabbing each other’s collars.”

“……”
Chae-heon gave no response. If he had just hit him instead, it wouldn’t have felt like this. His body shrank from the chilling atmosphere of the silent response.

Jeong-yoon tried to smile to break the atmosphere that was as cold as a snow-covered field.
“Our Chae-heon, you were upset, weren’t you…?”
“…Upset…?”

Chae-heon laughed as if in disbelief, then slowly curled up the corners of his mouth. The moment he saw that expression, Jeong-yoon instantly knew. That Kang Chae-heon had properly snapped.

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Let’s do it first.”
Chae-heon grabbed Jeong-yoon’s arm and strode forward. Jeong-yoon was dragged along to the bedroom.

“What, what are we doing?”

“Sex.”

The short answer contained a fireball about to explode. After that, it was right to say he just died.

“It was all a misunderstanding.”

“Hmph….”

His cock slammed into his narrow lining, hard enough to push his body back. Jeong-yoon moaned in pain and threw his head to the side. Chae-heon, who grabbed Jeong-yoon’s chin painfully, pulled Jeong-yoon’s head towards him and kissed him urgently. He pushed in his heated tongue, stirring and sucking on the root of his tongue.

Meanwhile, the movement of roughly thrusting his hips did not stop. Jeong-yoon endured his violent kiss and shook wildly in accordance with the movement of the penis deeply embedded inside him. His lips parted only when he was about to suffocate.

Grabbing the underside of Jeong-yoon’s thighs and spreading them wide, Chae-heon slammed his cock into him.

“So that means we could have done this back then too.”

“Ugh, ugh, ha, ahngh!”

“Do you know how much I’ve been doing this all by myself….”

“Ah, ah! Ahheuk…!”

Jeong-yoon grabbed his arm that was trapping him and let out a labored breath. He was suffocating from the pressure that felt like his insides were being pushed out. When he opened his blurry eyes and looked ahead, he saw a beast soaked in emotions that were hard to tell whether it was anger or excitement.

Chase-heon’s cock and thighs slammed together with each thrust, slapping his skin. It was hard and painful, but he was dazed by the agonizing pleasure that boiled inside him.

Jeong-yoon’s legs pushed up further. Chae-heon grabbed and spread his reddened hole, then slammed his cock in all the way to the root.

“Ah…! Ah, ah!”

A scream-like moan escaped him with each thrust. It felt like he was being punished. A punishment in the name of intercourse, packed with extreme pain and pleasure. With the act of being pierced through his body, the inside of Jeong-yoon’s inner wall trembled convulsively.

Chae-heon, who had pushed his cock all the way to the root, spat out words that sounded like a question or something in a heated voice.

“We could have done this in high school too.”

“Chae, Chae-heon, we were minors back then… Ugh!”

Jeong-yoon pushed his words through his groans. Chae-heon let out a burst of laughter and raised his hips strongly.

“Don’t talk about being a minor.”

It was an uncharacteristically sarcastic reply.

“Ahheuk!”

The thick cock pierced pierced through the inside as if hitting it. Jeong-yoon’s body was pushed back. He clung desperately to him, his breath catching in his throat as his cock pounded into him. He opened his blurry eyes and looked up at Chae-heon through his shaking gaze. Chae-heon was staring at him as if he was going to devour him. The heat burning within his eyes was firmly in place.

Jeong-yoon let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes again. Meeting his half-twisted gaze was a bit much right now. If Chae-heon was the type to swear well, he would have cursed a hundred times by now.
‘Kang Chae-heon swearing…’

It seemed like Chae-heon, who was always gentle and well-mannered, would be a little sexy if he swore. Should he tell him to try swearing next time? Kang Chae-heon swearing on the bed. Ah. Just imagining it makes his nose bleed. It was when Jeong-yoon was having such useless fantasies.

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Are you thinking about something else?”

Chae-heon asked, grabbing Jeong-yoon’s cheeks with his big hands. Jeong-yoon shook his head in disbelief and looked at Chae-heon pitifully. Then Chae-heon, who was smiling like a madman, was saying with his expression.

You dead today.

His cock, parting the seam and pushing in roughly, filled him as if hammering. His hard cock split Jeong-yoon’s inner wall, finding the spot that made him feel, and struck down like lightning.

“Ugh! Hey, you’re too, too fast! Ah!”

The sound of squelching filled the room haphazardly.

Chae-heon lifted Jeong-yoon and placed him in on top of him, gripping Jeong-yoon’s waist tightly and began to thrust wildly.

Jeong-yoon shook and swayed violently on top of Chae-heon. Jeong-yoon wanted to get off of him, but Chae-heon’s grip on him was too strong, and the sensation of being penetrated by his cock was insane.

“Ah! Chae-heon, ah! I’m, ugh, too much… Ahh!”

Jeong-yoon groaned and twisted his hips, his breath catching in his throat from the cock being thrust even deeper than it had been on top. He panted heavily, finally collapsing onto Chae-heon’s body and desperately clutching his neck. It was a gesture close to begging him to slow down.

“Ugh, ugh, I, really, feel like, I’m going to die! Chae-heon, ah!”

“You won’t die.”

But Chae-heon didn’t slow down, instead, he just spread Jeong-yoon’s ass cheeks wide and thrust his hips upward.

Jeong-yoon squeezed his closed eyes even tighter. Each time his body lurched, the fiery heat of his cock plunged deep inside, making him feel utterly faint. He didn’t know how he could so precisely target and press down on the spots that made him feel so much.

“Ah, ah, ugh! Ugh! Ahh!”

Jeong-yoon’s flushed eyes began to moisten.

Eventually, Jeong-yoon came hard, spilling his cum all over Chae-heon’s stomach. But Chae-heon just kept slamming his cock in and out of Jeong-yoon’s quivering lining, whether he was cumming or not. The afterglow of his ejaculation, and the relentless rush of pleasure from within, made Jeong-yoon’s body shudder.

“Ah…! I, stop… Ugh! Ah! Ahh!”

“Haa, I’m, not even close.”

Chae-heon mercilessly pushed his answer through Jeong-yoon’s sobbing pleas..

A pained moan escaped Jeong-yoon’s lips. He was pushed to his limit with sensations that combined pleasure and pain, and it felt like tears would spill if he so much as touched his eyes.

Although the next day Chae-heon would return to being a gentleman, cooking him delicious meals and stroking his hair while apologizing for being so rough, tonight he was nothing more than a merciless beast.

Jeong-yoon’s night was truly arduous and long.